First time we were in NYC we stayed in a kooky, run down East Village hotel (which I understand has now been renovated and is uber-chic). We had arrived in ignorance during Thanksgiving and ended up with the very last room available, which was next door to a long term resident. She had cat. A very fat cat. Each day she would open her room’s door and the cat would take one, two, three steps and flop. And there he would remain all day. In the evening, she would open the door and the cat would take three steps into the room and flop again. I think that was its total activity for the day.
If that’s real, then that is awesome.
That’s definitely a housebear (which is our loving term for our already giant cats)
wow, tubcat has some competition!
Hulk Cat angry!!! Hulk Cat SMASH!!!
If that’s real, that is so not awesome.
2 ½ stone is roughly 35 pounds!
If you let Merle get that bad, I doubt he’d be able to move around on his tiny legs.
First time we were in NYC we stayed in a kooky, run down East Village hotel (which I understand has now been renovated and is uber-chic). We had arrived in ignorance during Thanksgiving and ended up with the very last room available, which was next door to a long term resident. She had cat. A very fat cat. Each day she would open her room’s door and the cat would take one, two, three steps and flop. And there he would remain all day. In the evening, she would open the door and the cat would take three steps into the room and flop again. I think that was its total activity for the day.
it’s Totoro!
You’re totally kidding.
No–I think it’s a three-year old in a cat suit!!
omg, it’s the real Garfield.
I knew a chef who had a cat that ate all her leftovers.
it looked not entirely unlike that one. downright spherical, in repose.